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Monday, October 28, 2013

One of the issues the MRM brings up a lot is child support, and how unfair it is that men have to pay it.

I am not unsympathetic to men who have to pay child support for children they never wanted. I think it is unethical for a woman to get pregnant on purpose (or accidentally on purpose) when she knows that the male partner is not on board. However unethical that is, it is not illegal, nor could it be. What they tend to overlook is that the support is to the child, not the woman, and no one reasonable can disagree that the child is the one utterly blameless party in these fiascos.

I am also sympathetic to parents who legitimately struggle to make their payments because, for example, they have lost their jobs. States need to respond in adequate and timely manners to adjust their responsibilities and help keep them out of arrears.

Notice that I have carefully used the term "parents" (not "fathers") above. That is because women pay child support, too, a fact that we often overlook, although it is increasing (as are the penalties against "deadbeat" moms). The custodial guardian is not always the man; it's not even necessarily either of the biological parents. It's sometimes the child's grandmother, or another relative.

I was reminded of that today when I overheard a female student, who appeared to be in her early twenties, tell a classmate how happy she was to have finally found a job that would enable her to start paying her child support regularly. She was $7000 in arrears, a significant sum for a girl working as a waitress while trying to graduate from college. What struck me was her positive and determined attitude about her responsibilities. She didn't think the system was unfair; she didn't seem to have an ounce of resentment. On the contrary, she was clearly looking forward to meeting her obligations.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Gosh, I get tired of hearing MRAs whine about the lack of shelters for male victims of domestic violence.Some years ago, a younger and more eager I spent a long dark winter in rural Colorado volunteering for victims of domestic abuse and sexual assault. Mainly this consisted of being called in the middle of the night to drive twenty or thirty miles to meet a strange woman at a desolate McDonalds or in the back room of a police station. It also involved accompanying women if their cases went to court. As an advocate, I held hands, explained legal procedures, made referrals to social services, and fetched coffee (in other words, provided moral support). The area in which I was living had an appalling rate of DV. Unemployment was high (end of a local shale oil boom), couples were stranded in their houses for weeks on end due to the frigid temperatures, and alcoholism and drug abuse were rampant. It didn't take long before I burned out. I probably imagined I was going to help pluck women like Tracey Thurman from the jaws of death, but my experience was that most of the victims were simply not very sympathetic characters, nor were they entirely "innocent" in terms of their roles in instigating violent squabbles. Many of them had mental illness or chemical dependency issues that no amount of well-intentioned feminist theory or police intervention could address. And most of them didn't want the kind of very limited help I could provide.

Once they had been stitched up and sobered up, most of them made beelines back to their SOs. There were so many things wrong with their lives (boiling down to poverty + an utter lack of imagination) that their relationships with their husbands or boyfriends were the only sources of stability and "love" that they knew, and even when that relationship was as dysfunctional as hell, it was what they could count on.

The area I was in didn't have a shelter at the time. Instead, we relied on a string of "safe houses" which were the modest abodes of volunteers like myself. The unsung heroines who opened their homes as havens were periodically exposed (often by the very women they harbored), so we were always scrambling for more. It was exhausting, unrewarding effort for little payoff, and although I admired the director and her valiant team -- all unpaid volunteers BTW -- I soon conceded that I was not the right person for this particular job.

I know from personal experience that men, too, are assaulted by women. A few years ago I dated a man who had a history of being struck by his female partners. He recounted one prolonged argument with a girlfriend which had culminated in her "cold cocking" him in the head with a telephone, knocking him senseless. He didn't press charges, and I was appalled to learn that this episode had hardly diminished his attraction to her -- although it was, in retrospect, a kind of red flag in terms of our own prospects. (In fact, although I was never remotely tempted to assault him myself, he was so maddeningly passive-aggressive that I broke up with him within a few tempestuous months.)

As these anecdotes suggest, I am no saint. I am impatient and easily frustrated by people who can't, or won't, take a strong stance for themselves. And I recognize the line between victim and perpetrator can get mighty blurry when it comes to domestic violence: in most cases I was involved with, the woman was just as likely to have "provoked" the violent altercations that resulted in her fleeing her partner. The problem was the size/strength differential that resulted in "him" with a scratch down the side of his face, and "her" with a broken jaw. Most of the male "perps" were not so much "evil" as really, really dumb -- too dumb to recognize how trapped they were in their own cycles of inchoate rage, dependency, helplessness, and lashing out -- despite repeated, predictable negative consequences... 200 pound toddlers, for the most part.

Of course, regardless of gender, or relative culpability, all people need refuges when they are at risk of injury in their homes. I just don't want to be the person to create and staff these shelters. So why are the MRAs who demand male DV shelters pissed off that feminists like me haven't made that happen yet?

Well, why haven't you done anything more than complain? Paul Elam and John Hembling are paying themselves salaries with the money some of you are donating! It's been years without any "activism" beyond harassing feminists and one very lackluster demonstration. Why aren't any of you challenging AVfM's handling of your contributions? Could it be that you don't really care as much about showing "compassion for men and boys" as you do "fucking up [women's] shit"?Listen, guys, I'll be the first to donate $20, canned food, and a big box of toiletries. You only need to get out from behind your computers, and start raising some funds. In my neck of the woods, there are a number of thrift stores that support shelters for women, so there's a suggestion for you. Put down your gym weights, pick up your tool boxes, and start renovating that safe house for teh menz that your community so desperately needs. You can do it! (And if you need advice or support, I'm sure you can find some nice feminists to help you -- you have only to ask.)Just for God's sake quit your bloody whiningbefore I [sarcasm alert] really give you something to whine about!

Saturday, October 19, 2013

A succinct and temperate sympathetic introduction to the Men's Rights Movement from the Daily Beast. Note that most of the folks at manboobz were highly critical of the piece -- especially of its kid gloves treatment of The Spearhead. The consensus was that it emphasized MRM's "legitimate" grievances and downplayed the violently misogynistic rhetoric that is the MRM's most salient characteristic. Still, it gives the newcomer some basic information. Ironically, given how gently the author, R. Tod Kelly, approaches them, the MRAs are busy hating on this article.

Friday, October 18, 2013

I think there is a general consensus that Matt Forney is a Terrible Person, no?After reading one of his recent posts, it's also clear that he is a Complete Wuss.In "The Kingdom of Heaven is Within," he recounts a terrifying experience in which, while visiting a convenience store in upstate New York, he is forced to interact with a black guy. Forney knows the black guy is "a bum" because he is "clad in a plaid shirt and dirty jeans." Forney assumes he is being "hustled" because he is "dressed like a rich guy." (Now I've seen at least three pictures of Forney, and in none of them does he look like someone who has more than two nickels to rub together. If this guy was indeed targeting Forney in order to menace him, it is more likely because he sensed Forney's fear, which made him seem vulnerable.)Forney reports that his old Rochester neighborhood is becoming gentrified, whilst the "sprawling ghetto" surrounding it is being invaded by "scum" "emboldened" to "terrorize" nice [white?] neighborhoods.As far as I know, Forney has only lived in three states: New York, North Dakota, and Oregon (and the latter two quite briefly). However, based on this vast experience, he can declare that the entire nation is quickly morphing into one huge coast-to-coast Portland. [Sigh! If only!]Forney feels himself to be a stranger in a strange land... "like a soldier [!] returning home from a war to find the same people doing the same things, still going nowhere in life..."The reader wonders how a few months tasting the music scene and railing about fat girls in Portland equates to a tour of combat, but the part of "still going nowhere in life" would seem consistent with Forney's own lack of direction. Forney muses, "While I'm a success in my personal life [again, I really need some photographic evidence here], there's one urge I'll never be able to fulfill: the desire to belong."I'm such a softie that I find Forney's claim of "personal success" heart-breakingly delusional. Anyway, having had this epiphany -- that he will never belong anywhere -- Forney announces he will be undertaking a second hitch-hiking trip, even though "the optimism, the joy of discovery is gone" (since he already knows the whole country is actually just Portland after all).It's not simple curiosity or desire to visit "California, the Grand Canyon, the South and whatnot [sic]... " that sends ol' Forney down that ribbon of highway, but rather "a compulsion to insert myself into stressful, life-threatening situations... because I'm a junkie searching for an adrenaline high."(BTW, unless Forney is planning to bungie-jump into the Grand Canyon, I can assure him that a visit to our national treasure is actually a pretty low-risk venture. I was there a few months ago, along with about a dozen other seniors in various stages of decrepitude.)Then Forney adds, "And because if you feel like an outsider no matter where you are, one place is as good as the next."Oh really? Cuz that's not been true in my experience. For example, having lived in both Italy and Saudi Arabia, I can attest that I found Italy to be a much better place to be an "outsider" in. Just take my word on this.Forney caps this post by musing, "If you romanticize this kind of thing [?], I'm pretty sure you're missing the point." Of course, romanticizing his own lack of direction, his inability to connect with people, to establish or even maintain relationships, is exactly what he is doing here.Now why do I call Matt Forney a wuss? Well, I'll have you know that I myself was rather an adventurous traveler back in the day. For example, when I was twenty-two -- younger than the intrepid MF himself -- I traveled solo from Kabul to Istanbul on buses and third class trains. ("Midnight Express," anyone?) And I was a girl. Sure, there were some tense moments, which made for great "stories" later, but I can proudly declare that I never "lost" my "bearings" the way Forney did when he was approached by a black man on a busy street in Rochester in broad daylight.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

In the event anyone wanders over here who hasn't already heard: 20/20 will be doing a story on the manosphere tomorrow (Friday) night. As I commented over at manboobz, at least my friends and family will learn I haven't been making this shit up: the New Misogynists are really A Thing. Of course, the MRM are already complaining that Elizabeth Vargas was unethical and "hostile" in her interview with Paul Elam -- Sunshine Mary declaring it a "crucifixion", and Roosh speculating that his interview will paint him "an outlaw rapist." Bound to be fun to watch.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Note bene: Since posting this, Forney removed the image I refer to, and also wrote that "a bunch of feminists" (who, me?) had complained about it -- which just demonstrated how "weak" women were. What impressed me was that it showed how Forney is constantly crawling the internet and twitter for any references to himself. Yeah, he's that narcissistic and/or starved for attention!

Does anyone recognize the image below, of a woman entering a sottopassagio to cross a Parisian street? It's from a 2002 French film, "Irreversible." The movie concerns the brutal rape and beating of a young woman, and the aftermath of that trauma on her boyfriend. The prolonged (real time) rape scene which follows this image is so harrowing that it is scored into my brain. The night I saw this film in a theatre, several members of the audience had to step out into the lobby.

I hadn't thought about that movie much until I stumbled upon this image on Matt Forney's blog (stolen, out of context, as a decorative graphic for promotion of his podcasts or some such nonsense).To know what this image is meant to represent -- a woman unknowingly and literally walking into hell -- and to see it used so casually took me aback. I wouldn't expect Forney's readers to recognize it; I doubt many of them are foreign film buffs. But Forney somehow found it and planted it in his blog, and I doubt it was an accident. How could Forney have purloined this image without knowing its origin? Or had he, at some point, watched the movie and thought, "Wow, that chick is hawt!"? WTF is WRONG WITH THESE GUYS?!